Children & Chocolate and Other Paths to God

I started a post yesterday about recurring dreams (that, like all of the posts I started last week, I just didn’t get around to finishing), but I’ll have to use that another day. Being a recurring dream I’ve had for 20 years, I feel fairly confident that I’ll have it again.

Last night’s dream, however, was an original.

In my dream I was in church with one of my college roommates, and a bunch of other people we knew. We were talking amongst ourselves, and I think I may have even been dozing off a bit. Then the priest stopped his sermon and asked me to repeat what he just said.

Uh, panic!

“I can’t right now,” I said and tried to appear more alert. I immediately felt guilty. I was caught.

Then his voice got so loud that everyone stopped talking because they couldn’t hear each other anyway. I wish I could remember what it was that was being said.

Next thing I knew I was in a supermarket looking for red bell peppers, and things get a little fuzzy after that…

The point is, when I awoke to my screaming baby at 6am this morning, it all came back to me in a rush. And I had to smile. Really, how many times is it this easy to interpret a dream?

I’m currently in the middle of a bible study on the Old Testament and I recall how many times God used dreams to make a point or to predict the future. In my case, I think he’s telling me to stop talking, wake up, and listen!

Honestly, I’m grateful that he chose this method to get my attention rather than something less pleasant.

I’m not sure why it is, but I’ve been going through a phase where I’m really remembering my dreams when I wake up. I don’t know if it has to do with what I’m reading at night, or how deep I’m sleeping, but they’ve definately been more vivid lately. And it’s a good thing, or I would’ve missed this message.

So I’m going to get myself a big cup of coffee to wake up, and then I’m just going to try to be quiet and really listen to the world around me. Have a great day everyone!